Waves of dizziness plagued Sonia. Her mental strength was close to drying up, and she struggled to hold herself up from the cold and dizziness so as not to collapse due to exhaustion.
A dozen Beyelan nobles who were resting and recuperating in the summer palace in Odessa heard indescribable gibbering without warning, and the crazy and chaotic atmosphere made sensitive spellcasters tremble. By the time they and the guards gathered together, they were surrounded by cultists outside, shouting that they wanted to burn the Beyelan rats to death.
The people of Odessa were filing in and storming the palace. The nobles and guards retreated to the depths of the summer palace, using the deep corridors and intricate rooms and stairs to buy time. Even Sonia had to join in the work of arranging magic defense or countering enemy spellcasters.
Odessa's strength was far superior to theirs, and with some calculations and unintentional calculations, they repelled the nearby Beyelan army that wanted to come for support in a blink of an eye, constantly compressing the area within the Summer Palace.
Logically speaking, Beyelan's limited power cannot withstand it. It can sustain until now because Odessa has also fallen into great chaos due to the breath of the New God Sanyi; secondly, Odessa's strong men Most of them were on the periphery to contain and block other forces, and the strong ones who stayed in the city were mainly focused on presiding over the ceremony.
Even so, under the attack of enemies with absolute numerical and extraordinary strength advantages, the defense line in the Summer Palace was still in danger. Everyone retreated to the last hall, blocking the long corridor with bows, arrows and magic spells to make a final resistance.
After Sonia used up several shield spells and used up her magic power, she was finally replaced and rested. She walked towards a corner of the hall. Kallen and the other guards were at the defense line at the bottom of the building, with only Anna, the personal maid, by her side.
As soon as she sat down, a group of bats rushed in from the window and gathered into a familiar human shape.
"Griffith!" Sonia's tired eyes immediately became like morning stars, and the gloomy room became brighter. But she soon realized that the visitor was not her knight. Although the appearance was exactly the same, the temperament and indescribable feeling told her that this was not the same person.
"Minos, come here under the orders of the knights," Minos knelt down on one knee and respectfully reported, "The assault force has been assembled near the square. Please wait a moment, young lady, to join us."
"Yes!" Sonia nodded, "Minos, we need you to contain the enemies outside to buy time for us to reorganize our defense line."
"Your will is my action," Minos stood up. "After the knight's assault begins, the psychic signals in this area will be blocked. If there are any orders that need to be conveyed, please let me know."
"Why was it blocked? Ah, forget it, please tell Griffith to pay attention to his safety and not to be anxious." Sonia suppressed her surging curiosity and added, "And...
"I have no doubts about his victory."
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The setting sun at dusk reflects on the spear thorns, smearing the silver spear forest with the golden red of the sunset.
1,200 soldiers formed a strict phalanx, with a rectangular gun array in the middle and a small phalanx at each corner, composed of sword and shield soldiers, crossbowmen and ballistae. The 16 square formations are arranged in a rectangular formation into three rows at the front and back, 25 to 30 meters apart to facilitate the passage of messengers and cavalry.
One hundred thousand believers gathered in the open space between the 20,000 phalanx soldiers and the cathedral, as well as on the balconies and rooftops of nearby buildings. More believers spread across the corners of the city. They held hands, knelt on the ground, and followed the clergy in chanting indescribable incantations in unison, calling for the arrival of the great new god.
Sparkling lights and arcs appeared in the square. A huge magic circle has clearly been buried underground, and hundreds of thousands of people are standing on this huge magic circle, chanting unidentifiable prayers.
Even the great memorial ceremonies of the Holy Light Holy See in the past could not reach such a scale.
In the past half month, I have been tortured by fear and grief, and I have witnessed the pure saint reveal her twisted and disgusting true face. The most pious faith has turned into the most complete betrayal. With the same sentiments, the believers rose and called upon the new god to shepherd His lambs.
There is nothing more important at this moment than prayer. Everyone is bathed in the gentle light, calling for the same country, one faith, and one god under the leadership of the clergy who converted to the new god!
And the same leader. "Mysterious Lord" Seydlitz von Kurtzbach thought silently in his mind. Witnessing this magnificent and pure scenery, his heart surged.
This magnificent scene, the devout faith is the perfect fusion of order and power, how sacred and beautiful it is.
Great times are coming!
This is a great moment when new gods replace old gods and change the world. How can we not make the believers of the Lord ecstatic and trembling!
Some commanders objected to the dense formation in the square, believing that there was no need to concentrate so many troops in the square and that they should be sent out to assemble outside the city to meet the main army encircling Beyelan from all over the world. However, this suggestion encountered an irresolvable obstacle - the new god is about to come, and the center of the ceremony is the square of the summer palace. Everyone close to here has the possibility to become the Lord's elect and receive beautiful blessings and gifts.
The gaze of the new god is a supreme blessing to believers who have just collapsed from faith in the Holy Light, like a fish craving water. It’s not okay if we can’t witness the Lord’s coming into the world up close. Moreover, Beyelan's army is still quite far away, so there is no need to leave the city to attack them now.
"My brothers and sisters! This resonance of the will to abandon the past and rush towards new life is the great spirit of our time. Under the guidance of the ceremony, the door to the world will be opened for the coming of our Lord!
Seydlitz, clad in purple robes, raised his hands high and declared like a great commander and spokesman for the gods. The sky in Odessa was filled with strong winds, creating a breathtaking imaginary whirlpool. The great thread of life is about to pass through the barrier of the plane.
The ceremony was about to be completed, and everyone cheered in unison.
Seydlitz then issued orders one after another with unparalleled momentum and nobility.
"Mobilize some of the phalanx soldiers to eliminate the remnants of Bayerland who have occupied the bridgehead position on the river bank. I see that their formation is getting tighter and tighter. There must be six or seven hundred people. What's going on with the artillery that came off the boats? Why didn’t Dillaz’s team sink them into the river?”
Bishop Horus stood aside and looked at the worshipers who were chanting like a tsunami and the small Beyelan army that was crossing the bridge and spreading out on the shore of the square.
"What's on your mind, Bishop?"
"I have a bad feeling," Horus said, raising his hand and pointing to the north. "The meteorites and impacts that fell just now were the gods testing their weapons."
"Oh, that's okay," Seydlitz said with a relieved smile. "The power of the Lord will give us eternal life and evolution with infinite possibilities, and will even surpass those immortal elves. The Lord said As for the demigods, he will handle it. We will organize the ceremony and open the passage as soon as possible."
Horus added: "That Bijran army, I heard that their commander is Griffith de Ravenel. He is a young man, but he is different. He is a very wise commander. , it is impossible to launch a suicide attack with such a small number of troops. He must have some kind of conspiracy, some kind of plan that he thinks can defeat us and destroy the ceremony."
"Let him do it," Seydlitz chuckled, "The Lord doesn't care."
Horus thought for a while and said:
"Lord Seydlitz, please send more people to take down the recalcitrant Byerland nobles in the summer palace. There is Count Larmore's daughter there. Using her to sacrifice will definitely satisfy the god."
"What's the use of that little girl?"
"It is very useful. The ceremony to welcome the gods requires the emotions of hundreds of thousands of people as energy. The purer and more intense, the faster it is.
"Burn her to death in front of the believers, or behead her in front of her knights, wrap her up and send her away. The moment the pure and beautiful girl dies, the impact of grief and despair will make the resonance of the believers even more intense. You understand me. Meaning. She is of no use, but her withering can become a catalyst for the ritual, making the passion of the believers more intense. Yes, it is better to burn her to death."
"Okay, okay," Seydlitz sent some people for reinforcements, but still muttered, "Although she is an enemy, she burned the nobles, especially the countess, to death for the sake of common people's emotions. Alas, this will not happen next time."
The mysterious lord waved his hand to drive away the gray emotions and looked at the troops waiting in the square.
"Horus, we have succeeded.
"After so many arrangements, worries and operations of the sun and the moon, the day has finally come. From the moment the Angevin maiden lost control, the faith of Odessa has been in our hands. Our army is growing stronger every moment, Our followers are endless.
"Do you know how many troops we have in the square? There are 16 phalanxes composed of 20,000 people. Each phalanx has 1,200 pikemen and crossbowmen, and sword and shield veterans of the regular army serve as the core.
"Such a powerful force is enough to restrain the curse of a large-scale attack. Our extraordinarys, extraordinarys and officers are responsible for organizing and operating the rear. 16 square formations are set up in the square. When the ceremony is completed, we will be under the blessing of the gods. When they go into battle, once the god's warriors join up with other armies outside the city, the Byelan army will disappear.
"The matter is now at this point. We have dealt with Beyelan's methods. Can they still take out something we haven't seen from their pocket and do it to us?!"
Lord Seydlitz smiled and calmed down, and carefully experienced the eve of the coming of greatness. Then, he contacted the extraordinary beings present and asked them to strictly maintain their positions.
Three extraordinary wizards, Lei Jin, Solan, and Killian, the secret peepers, are leading their respective teams of Beyonders to maintain the order of rituals among the army and believers. They spread out the magic detection net and gathered nearby movements to form a three-dimensional image.
Stalker Bema organized a vigilance force to guard against sudden destruction by the extraordinary beings of Beyelan.
They have already cast a detection and communication spell. As long as the enemy makes the slightest movement, they will notice it. The army and the believers are like a whole, and everyone is connected through the transcendent and becomes a tentacle reaching out to the world.
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Eager and crazy emotions are like a pair of big hands, stirring the sky. Such a large-scale surge of emotional resonance has transcended the mysterious level, becoming like wind, water, charcoal, fire oil and dust crystals pushing something forward.
This is like the phlogiston used in potions courses, igniting a stronger power and igniting the initiation of miracles.
Griffith felt uneasy, and even began to vaguely understand why the gods longed for such power.
He looked at the Odessa army in formation. The two sides are vastly outnumbered. A large square formation of 20,000 Odessa city defense troops and trained militiamen had filled the entire square. With them as the core, they are surrounded by countless almost crazy citizens. Everyone is both a warrior and a believer, praying to the evil god who is about to come. Under their prayers, the sky changes.
The artillery had been delivered. Griffith glanced back at the less than 700 infantry and artillerymen assembled behind him and looked away. An Odessa officer rode over and demanded the surrender of Beyelan's troops.
"Captain, the artillery is ready." Bernard came to Griffith's side, "Also, Rean has not come back."
He paused for a while, and his eyes radiated a fighting spirit that was no less than that of the fanatic believers across from him: "We can bombard the cathedral at any time to shock the cultists."
"Church?" Griffith shook his head slightly and said in front of the officer persuading him to surrender,
“No, blast the crowd.
"Abandon the lead bullets, use double shotgun shells for the eagle cannon, and load the 12-pounder eagle cannon with chain bullets, and continue to bombard the troops and mobs facing them."
Griffith took the bloodthorn and put on the command: "Bernard, I leave this to you. After the bombardment starts, the wizards and extraordinary people on the opposite side will attack you. You have to fight until the moment of victory, or until the last person standing. ."
"Understood," Bernard said loudly, "the 603rd Special Test Squadron will fight to the last man."
Griffith gave up his pauldrons, leggings, and all vests, and only wore his breastplate to mount his horse. The squadron of stormtroopers formed a dense formation, hiding in the shadows of the houses, waiting for the moment to attack. A second lieutenant asked:
"Captain, are you really only wearing the breastplate without the vest and other parts of the armor?"
"That will slow me down. If I can't cross the square before the extraordinary spellcaster finds me, then my survival has nothing to do with the thickness of the armor."
The officers and sergeants then asked: "Aren't you waiting for orders from the base camp?"
"I am Sonia's Shutoral. When she cannot give orders, the command of the battle belongs to me. After I launch the attack, you attack in depth, just like the battle in Kazika Village."
Before attacking the sixteen large phalanxes, one must pass through an open square, and it is almost impossible not to be discovered by Odessa's spellcasters. Their attack spells will be disrupted by the surging battlefield, but they can still conduct reconnaissance and observation through prefabricated magic circles, providing a lot of assistance.
The number of cavalry in the Storm Squadron is too small. Once discovered by the enemy, the dense forest of guns and storm-like crossbows will instantly wipe them out.
Griffith left the squadron behind and walked alone through the dark alleys, passing under the shadow of terraces and spires, to the exit facing the square. He groaned in his mind.
Krista, why do you want me to protect the residents of this city? Without them, you wouldn't... Besides, they are now believers of the outer gods and are our enemies.
The horse's hooves stepped on the cool stone slabs, and the knight caught a glimpse of a small pink flower between the stones. The moment became so silent.
Why do you have to grow up here, so weak and yet so stubborn. Well, since you wish so much, I will turn your wish into reality.
The knight tapped the ground with his lance, and a crimson lightning surged up. The whole world seems to have heard this roar and is waiting in amazement for the coming future.
After disappearing from history for more than a thousand years, the War Knight returns to his battlefields.
The power of extraordinary beings is divided into two types. One is the projection of external power. The Templar Knights, Secret Seekers, and Knights of the Star and Moon can deploy their spiritual energy to the outside world in a powerful lethal or defensive form. The other is the inherent field. Erza wraps herself in the field and sweeps across the battlefield with the roar of transcending factors.
A War Knight's most powerful power comes from his inherent domain. However, this extraordinary power is very special and does not act on oneself like the Edge of Light and Shadow.
Griffith activated all his strength and unleashed the new power he gained after being officially promoted to the extraordinary "War Knight"——
Extraordinary Traits: Psionically Invisible. Powerful blood surrounds the war knight, making it impossible for magic, divination and prophecy to detect or lock on. Seeing and listening became the only means of cognition. The ferocious figure and thunderous footsteps of the War Knight signaled their arrival. By the time the scouts saw it with their own eyes, it was already too late.
Extraordinary characteristics: Super level riding skills. War Knights possess unparalleled riding skills and can master any creature or even object that is conceptually rideable. Under the energy gain of extraordinary power, the vehicle will break through the inherent physical limits, greatly increase the speed and cruising distance, and can explode with astonishing power in a short period of time at an astonishing speed.
Extraordinary characteristics: super agility. After expanding the inherent domain, the power of the War Knight gives him and his mount the mobility to complete incredible tactical actions in high-speed assaults, greatly improving the agility from zero to top speed, and from top speed to zero.
Extraordinary characteristics: Super battlefield perception. The War Knight possesses one of the most powerful observation, calculation, and positioning abilities among all extraordinary pathways. He can keenly capture the most threatening enemy in the army, distinguish him from a large amount of low-value information, and even compare this information with Shared by other Beyonders, guiding their attacks and actions.
This is the power used in war!
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"Did you see that lightning? That's the captain's signal!" Bernard raised his command knife, "Prepare for artillery attack."
Six eagle cannons and seven snake cannons turned their muzzles and prepared to attack under the cover of the assembled infantry squadron.
"Hey, we entered a strange unit. I thought we couldn't go to the front line at first, but I didn't expect to fight from start to finish," Sast said while leading someone to adjust the muzzle of the gun. "After today, we will become legends, right?" ?”
"Legend, this is not necessarily true, but it is definitely used to scare disobedient children," Bernard chuckled, "If you cry again, cry again, tiger, ah no, the 603 Squadron is going to eat you!"
With a long trumpet sound, Odessa's phalanx army surged up like a black cloud, and the golden and red spears formed a sea of light. Unwilling to wait any longer, they began to wave their flags, preparing to drive Beyelan's troops into the river.
Trumpets were blaring, guns were fluttering, and thick phalanxes were pressing forward, each one twice the size of Beyelan's troops on the shore. The other stormed the Summer Palace, led by the Extraordinary.
Amidst the frenzied prayers and shouts like a tsunami, the muzzle of the gun turned around.
"Artillery fire!" Bernard pulled out his command knife and swung it hard towards the enemy formation.
Raindrops of shotgun whistled out, and the thick phalanx made a slight commotion after hearing the astonishing sound.
Thirteen artillery pieces sprayed thick smoke, and black shadows roared towards the dense crowd. The soldiers in the first two rows were knocked down in pieces like paper toys, and lead bullets penetrated their faces and ribs. It hit the soldiers in the third and fourth rows with flying limbs and bone fragments.
The 12-pounder cannon fires two solid cannonballs connected in series instead of shotgun shells. Unlike shotgun shells embedded in human bodies, chain rounds spun rapidly, slicing through the crowd like death's scythe, or bounced off the ground and rolled forward, plowing long bloody trenches through the formation.
Rows and rows of soldiers had their heads blown off by medium and close range shelling, their breastplates and bodies torn open, and their arms, legs and feet torn off.
With just one salvo, the advancing phalanx was hit with broken corpses everywhere. After the chain bullet penetrated the crowd, it fell to the ground so slowly that it seemed that you could step on it with one foot. However, the soldiers who boldly tried were immediately torn off their calves mercilessly.
The frantic prayer suddenly turned into a scream that was not like a human voice. Tens of thousands of believers were struck mentally by the roaring and the repeated screams. Even the chaotic gas clouds were disturbed uneasily.
With continuous loud noises and dense sprays of fire, the artillery and gunners were shrouded in white smoke, and the huge recoil pushed the artillery to jump back. As soon as the artillery stopped, the artillerymen immediately rushed to push the running wheel to reset.
"Brush and load!"
The second volley was close at hand.
The wizards of Odessa, hiding behind, had not seen the volley of artillery fire. They were frightened and looked for a suitable position to counterattack with magic spells. However, the crazy will and chaotic blood seriously interfered with the casting of spells.
"Fight back, fight back!"
While commanding the army, Odessa's extraordinary men also strengthened their detection to be on guard against enemy cavalry assaults. They discovered many threatening signals, and with the blessing of magic, they launched response operations with astonishing efficiency. Among these signals, they noticed a psionic unit approaching the phalanx. This psychic unit is the only one, and if it approaches the edge of the phalanx, it will hit the soldiers and defenses there. It will be okay even if no countermeasures are taken.
What's more, the psionic unit quickly disappeared.
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Griffith and his mount were wrapped in a bloody shimmer, moving backwards in the howling wind. The wind pressure in front of them was like a wall, and even speaking became very difficult.
The knight and horse were immediately surrounded by red light, forming a shield like water droplets, and the roaring wind suddenly subsided. The acceleration nearly knocked Griffith out of the saddle. All the bones and armor in his body were trembling.
His retinas were filled with red blood, and he even fell into a state of temporary blindness.
"snort!"
Griffith snorted softly and forced his body to lean forward. The dizziness and blindness dissipated, and he adapted to the extremely fast sprint like flying close to the ground.
He rushed out of the street and flew across the open space in the square. The thick array of guns pressed against him like a city wall. The dense gun array was shaking under the shelling. Some people glanced hastily and saw a crimson lightning piercing the gap between their ranks.
Thousands of target information flooded into Griffith's brain. In the dim light of fireflies, he discovered several huge balls of blazing light.
The corners of his cold mouth couldn't help but outline an arc.
"Found it, the extraordinary one from Odessa. This blow will change history!"
Griffith zigzagged through the heavy spear array, the howling wind had become the sound of whipping in the ears of the phalanx soldiers, and the sharp edge of the blood thorns was pointed directly at the unconscious transcendent in front. His body and soul were resonating violently.
“O gods, bow down before me!
"Go to the dead and pay tribute to the dead (salutant)!"
Lei Jin, the extraordinary wizard and secret spy of Sequence 6, is watching Beyelan's army from the left wing of the battlefield. He saw the shelling smashing open the nearby phalanx and shaking it.
"Byelan's artillery looks quite scary, but under God's - ugh!"
The lance penetrated his body and tore off half of his chest. The wound initially looked like a penetration and laceration, but the psychic energy of the Bloodthorn instantly melted the wound, and the high temperature ignited the magical materials on the wizard's body, forming a torrential rain of scorching fire. The extraordinary wizard who was using all his strength to drive his magic power was like lighting a firework, and the red fire spread crazily outward.
"boom!"
Regin didn't even feel the pain. After Griffith left, he exploded into a rapidly expanding fireball, and the roaring shock wave knocked everyone dozens of meters nearby to the ground. The entire battlefield was illuminated by a terrifying bright light.
The wizards and Beyonders nearby watched as lightning swept across and one of the commanders exploded into a fireball. Some saw explosions, others saw phantom cavalry speeding by.
"Lord Lei Jin, Lord Lei Jin has been knocked down. There is a crimson flash in the direction of 11 o'clock, and no enemy units have been found!"
"I saw it, the one attacking was the red armored knight!"
"Archers, spread out to the left wing and shoot him down."
"Are you kidding? The enemy's cavalry is still hiding in the alley, isn't it?"
Griffith continued his advance, sweeping more troops in a straight line. Behind him, the head and severed limbs severed by the unstoppable blood spines were connected together, and the splash of blood fell to the ground with a rustling sound.
When he swept across the rightmost phalanx of the first column, hundreds of officers, sergeants, and messengers had fallen along the way. They just saw Hechi's lightning sweep, and when they turned around to look, the head fell off the torso.
Until then, the extraordinary wizards in Odessa had not made any reaction.
The extraordinary wizards Solan and Killian were in other locations on the battlefield, their ears filled with confusing information. They established a psychic network between various troops, and they could maintain relatively clear communications as long as they did not leave the square. However, the current mutation is beyond their control.
They are organizing a counterattack against Beyelan's artillery, mobilizing magic grids and detection to control the battlefield. The extraordinary beings noticed a series of fractures and collapses behind the first row of phalanxes, and collected a large number of horrified screams. Various reports came together without any logic, as if the soldiers had gone crazy.
There are only two things they can be sure of: first, the enemy's assault force presents a straight line; second, this force is invisible to our observation methods.
